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lincoln duncan

couple in the next room's bound to win a prizecause they've been going at it all night longand i'm trying to get some sleepbut these motel walls are cheapand lincoln duncan is my nameand here's my songand here's my song

my father was a fisherman my mom a fisherman's friendand i was born in the boredom and the chowderwhen i reached my primei left my home in the maritimesand i, i headed down the turnpikefor new englandsweet new england

had holes in my confidenceand holes in the knees of my jeansand i was left without a penny in my pocketand ew-whee i was desitute as a girl could beand i wished i wore a ring so i could hock iti'd surely hock it

i met a young girl in the parking lotshe was preaching to the crowdby singing sacred songs and reading from the biblewell i told her i was lostand she told me all about the penticostand i seen that girl as a road to my survival

later on the very same nightshe crept to my tent with a flashlightand these long years of innocence endedtook me to the woodsi said her comes something that feels so goodand just like a dog i was befriendedi was befriended

i said what a nightwhat a garden of delighteven now that sweet memory lingersi was lying under the stars just playing my guitarbut i was thanking the lord for my fingersfor my fingers